adjusting rearview

- Right on, God bless.  Thank you.

- Oh, it's no problem; it's my time to shine.  Here, hold on...(shuffling around the car) ...You probably thought I was getting you a cigarette, or the rest of my apple.  No, hold on; (more shuffling) we're going to take a selfie for my blog...so (groaning) ...so people can see me in action.

- Oh, are you with a nonprofit group?

- Fuck that.  I just want them to see me shine.

- Oh.

- Maybe I can get a shot of me giving you some water.  Here, we'll use this bottle—here step back, you smell too much—it's got a cigarette butt in it but just cover it up with your hand.  Then you can turn in the bottle.  You got a bike?  

- No—

- Ah, it don't matter; you're already by the freeway.  Oh, your finger nails are wicked dirty—that's precious. (Lighting up).  I'll tell you what, run back to the car behind me and see if you can get them to take the shot.  Maybe it'll be a woman and you can catch some down blouse action for your playtime later in that brush—Hey, where do you take care of yourself around here?  You ever find a new girl on the scene?  I imagine the field must not be too big for you as for those of us in society.

- I'm usually too tired, or weak.  The sun's been—

- Yea I usually like to pull over and find a bush for a good jerk.  Some days I'll run riot, find a single gal off the ramp...(adjusting rearview) Who knows, maybe I've even done it in your home.

- You know, here's your change back; I'd just as soon go about—

- Wow, it is a woman—and what a woman!  Let's switch places.  Which ramp has the best dope?